The Nanny and the CEO. Rebecca Winters

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      He removed the covers from their plates, sending a mouthwatering aroma through the room. “Help yourself to coffee or tea.”

      “Thank you, but I’ll just have water.” She poured herself a glass from the pitcher and drank a little before starting in on her food. “This roast chicken is delicious.”

      “I’ll tell the chef. He was plucked from a five-star hotel in Paris.”

      “The chicken or the chef?”

      His deep laugh disarmed her. “Touché.”

      She laughed with him. “It explains the buttery taste I love. I’m afraid I’m as bad as Julia Child. We think alike. Butter is the building block for good food.”

      His dark eyes flicked to hers. The candlelight reflecting in them made the irises look more brown than black. Until now she hadn’t been able to decide their exact shade. “You eat a lot of it out in Nebraska, do you?”

      “We Cornhuskers never heard of cholesterol,” she teased, laying it on a little thick. “In truth, all of us healthy farm girls thrive on it.”

      One dark brow shot up. “If I offended you, I didn’t mean to.”

      She smiled. “I know you didn’t. I was just having fun.”

      “That’s a refreshing quality of yours, Reese. Mind if I call you that?”

      His genuine warmth came as a surprise. She hadn’t expected a truly successful, wealthy CEO like him to be so well-rounded. It was probably that quality as much as his brilliant mind that drew people to him and made him such a paragon.

      “To be honest, I hate being called Ms. Chamberlain, Mr. Wainwright.”

      He smiled. “If that was more funning on your part, I still get the hint. Call me Nick.”

      “Thank you. I was afraid it wouldn’t happen for a while.”

      Another chuckle ensued. “Am I that impossible?”

      Reese was already too addicted to his potent charisma. “Not at all, but I’d like Jamie to know I have a first name. Ms. Chamberlain is kind of heavy for a ten-week-old.” She put her fork down. “Speaking of the baby, I know it looks like I bought out the store, but everything I purchased was for a reason. Of course I’ll take anything back you don’t like or find necessary.”

      “I’ll reserve judgment until tomorrow. We’ve worked hard enough today and need an early night.”